"They were angry, because the wards had been broken. The spirits, protect the people of Gridania, and for this barrier to be broken in such a violent way, naught by them but later another party, we were forced to flee when a giant treant pulled itself out of the ground.

It chased us across the way, my party and I scared to death. The Elezen was complaining and the Miqo'te shouting at the top of her lungs. But just before the treant was about to make a snack of us, starting with the Lala, something happened..."

He smiled at the memories. "Moogles, rarely seen creatures of the Twelveswood, paraded by us, calming the spirit with song and instrument. The Pajal, the White Mage order of Gridania, managed to calm the elementals, and thus we were saved."